Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

Late night snacks

• The dim glow of the fridge lights up the dark kitchen, casting shadows across your face as you rummage for something satisfying.

• You’re balancing a handful of snacks, munching on a half-eaten pastry when the faint creak of a floorboard makes you freeze.

• Turning your head slowly, you see Sevika leaning in the doorway, her metal arm resting against the frame, her other hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

• “Seriously, sugar?” she mutters, voice raspy from sleep, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Raiding the fridge in the middle of the night?”

• You try to defend yourself, cheeks puffed full of food, but your attempt at talking comes out garbled, making her chuckle softly.

• “Caught red-handed,” she says, walking toward you, her movements slow and heavy with sleep.

• She takes a snack from your stash, inspecting it briefly before taking a bite, smirking at your indignation.

• “These are mine,” you mumble, holding the snacks closer to your chest, but she just raises an eyebrow.

• Her arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer, her forehead leaning down to rest lightly against yours.

• “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she murmurs, her voice teasing but laced with affection.

• You try to pout, but her warmth and the way her tired eyes soften as she looks at you make it impossible to stay annoyed.

• “Could’ve woken me up, princess,” she says, her voice dropping lower, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I would’ve joined you for this midnight feast.”

• You huff, but the way her lips curve into a soft smile as she leans down to kiss you makes you forget your retort.

• “Alright,” she mutters after a moment, stepping back slightly but keeping her arm around you. “If we’re doing this, we’re sharing.”

• You grumble but let her take another snack, her laugh low and rough as she watches your exaggerated sulk.

• She leads you back to the couch, her large frame sinking into it as she pulls you down onto her lap, sharing bites of the snacks as you curl into her chest.

• “Next time, sugar, don’t sneak off without me,” she says softly, her voice growing quieter as the exhaustion takes over again.

• You nod sleepily, her warmth and the steady rise and fall of her chest lulling you back to sleep in her arms, the snack wrappers forgotten on the coffee table.